Prologue
The Dream
Heat.That’s all I know. Heat, big, rough hands, and a body pressed against mine in the dark.
I can’t see him. I never can. Just shadows and sensation, the weight of him everywhere, the smell of smoke and leather, and something darker… Something that makes my omega purr and my thighs clench.
“There you are.”
His voice rumbles through me like thunder. I don’t know his name. Don’t know his face. But I know that voice. It’s been haunting me for months.
“Yes, I’m here,” I whisper.
His hands find my hips. They’re huge. So big, they span my waist like I’m some small woman. He pulls me against him, and I feel how hard he is, how desperate, and my whole body melts.
“I need…” he groans.
“I know.” I arch into him. “Take it. Take what you need.”
He lets out a low, feral growl that vibrates through my chest. Then his mouth is on my neck, my collarbone, the curve of my breast. I can’t see, but I can feel everything. His lips, his tongue, the scrape of something sharp that makes me gasp.
Fangs maybe?
Maybe I should be scared. But I’m not. I’m so wet I’m dripping, my slick coating my thighs, and when he inhales against my skin, he groans like he’s dying for a taste.
“You smell like heaven, little omega. Like everything I ever wanted.”
“Then stop teasing and fuck me, alpha.”
Another growl vibrates through his broad chest as his hand slides between my legs and I cry out as thick fingers find my clit, circle, and press. He knows exactly how to touch me. Knows my body like he’s memorized it. How is that possible when we’ve never…
“Come for me.”
It’s not a request. It’s a command, low, dark and dripping with power, and my body obeys before my brain even catches up. My orgasm crashes through me blindingly, leaving me shaking, gasping, reaching for him…
But, like always, I wake up alone.
* * *
Destiny
My eyes fly open. I’m panting. My sheets are soaked with sweat and slick … and my clit is still throbbing from the ghost of my orgasm.
“Fuck.”
I stare at my ceiling, heart pounding, body aching. The dream is already fading, like smoke through my fingers, but the feeling stays. The hunger. The emptiness.
This has been happening for months.
The same faceless shadow man. The same desperate need and soul-shaking pleasure that ruin me for anything real.
I roll over and check my phone. 5:47 AM. My alarm doesn’t go off for another hour, but there’s no point trying to go back to sleep. I’m too wound up, too restless, too fucking HORNY.
I could take care of it myself. My toys are right there in my nightstand drawer. But I already know it won’t be enough. It never is. Not anymore. Not since the dreams started.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I drag myself out of bed, peel off my ruined panties, and head for the shower. I need cold water, coffee, and to stop thinking about a man who doesn’t even exist.
